Crying

Crying

She enters the clinic, first meeting; before she even speaks I see the amounts of crying she holds inside, even though she smiles. I ask a few questions, just to get in contact. I breathe deeply and make room inside me. A few more words and the crying peep through the eyes, as if looking for permission… inside I’m telling it “it’s alright. That’s what she’s here for”.

So many tears later, on the therapy bed we deepen into the crying, we make room for it in the body, we expose its past origins, breathe, breathe… and then, the magic happens: the beauty in sadness is revealed, its softness, the silence that’s in it and the feeling of closeness and belonging it brings with it, if only given some room…